ASMR Cracks & Relax + TMJ Relief with First Time Chiropractic Full Body Treatment.

Location: Mechanicsburg, PA.

Last week Alex Green commented, "Have you taken a story writing class before?"

Well...

Once upon a time, a very young, not yet Dr... B, had a particular fondness for a show called "Doogie Houser, M.D." 

Doogie was a childhood prodigy who worked as a hospital physician... as a teenager. 

At the end of each episode, he sat down at a computer journal and hashed out his most recent experience. These moments represented his genius academic brain integrating a soulful experience and thus acquiring what lives beyond the intellect... which is wisdom. 

Side note... hearing his thought process and typing sound contemporaneously was my 1st (unknown at the time) ASMR experience. 

After a few of the shows, I would sit at our 1990's era PC and type out some of my experiences. But I didn't have anything to say except..."This is what I just saw on Doogie Houser." 

In grade school, I had a horrific English teacher. She criticized almost everyone's work. I felt stifled. This would lead to stunted literary development and eventual overuse of unnecessary punctuation.

...
     
In high school, I had a better English teacher. One day she took a quote from something I had written, enlarged it to a poster and hung it on the classroom wall. I felt encouraged. 

Now... I grew up in a house with a father who was also an academic genius. He knew the answer to everything and always had a unique way of teaching me. Naturally, I wanted to be like him.

But I did not know the answer to everything. So I just ended up lying. Maybe kind of a lot. And that was my first attempt at storytelling. 

And even though lying never worked out for me... It did help me acquire a bit of wisdom. 

Like when I finally learned to say "I don't know."

After high school, I kept my mouth shut and studied. 

In graduate school, I took a class called research methodology. The professor was a research scientist. She constantly picked at the chiropractic profession for not conducting enough research. 

One day in class... I lost it. 

I called her out on her challenges... I aggressively ranted away about the wealth of knowledge that chiropractors HAD acquired through peer-reviewed studies. And also the scientific medical standards that chiropractic is built upon. 

I distinctly remember looking back at my friends in mid-rant, they were floored. The class was astonished. But the teacher was smiling. This is exactly what she always wanted in her provoking. But the class thought I was roasting her. And I recall being aware of my friends, the class, the teacher... all while my mouth was still going. 

It was my first public/sober meta-cognitive experience.

I kept going. 

And when I finished talking... the class... applauded. 

This wasn't a presentation or anything like that... I was just talking. 

Then another student raised his hand and tried to make a statement. Even though he agreed with me, I disagreed with what he was saying. I spoke up again and deconstructed his statement and pointed out that he was demonstrating exactly why chiropractors "miss the point" when it comes to research. 

After graduating I had to wait 6 months to take the National Boards (it's only offered 2x a year). 

Through the winds of fate, I got a job teaching Anatomy and Physiology at a local college. One day the school sent in a colleague to review my class. 

As soon as I finished lecturing the woman literally speed-walked from the back of the room up to the podium. She said... "That was the best class I have ever witnessed." 

I felt... my soul. 

But that job was temporary and I started practicing soon after. 

Another gust of wind blew a teaching position at Penn State University into my lap. I also started writing for a growing online yoga magazine. Looking back at my informal teaching style and overly worded blogs... it's all terrible and I don't recommend any of it. LOL

Then... my first child was born. 

We read stories to her every night. At least 3. 

I would often wake up with her in the middle of the night and lovingly recite my biology class lecture material.

She would just listen, wide-eyed. 

We read A-LOT of Dr. Seuss. And by the time my 2nd child was born I had memorized a few Dr. Seuss stories. And then I learned a few more. To this day, I end the opening lecture at PSU by reciting "The Lorax" in its entirety. And the semester is ended with the story "Oh, The Places You'll Go."

At about the same time, I would find something called Univeral Sufism. I listened to a group pray the words...

"Towards the One. The Perfection of Love, Harmony & Beauty. The Only Being. United with All The Illuminated Souls who form the Embodiment of the Master, the Spirit of Guidance." 

And for the first time in my life, I felt the union of what I knew in my intellect and what I knew in my soul. 

And one of the traditions of Sufi mysticism is...

storytelling-; 

Now...

I'd like to tell you a story

But I've run out of characters

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